To my head in scientific research, drowning in a cascade of
knowledge and curiosity, absorbed through the mangled corpses of
dead trees. Woot woot, I'm starting a small business on basis of
Ecology to re-integrate nature back in to ones life and household.
I'm really excited about the prospect and I just finalized a
contract with a local nursery to conduct my diabolical botany
experiments MUhahahah.

Books: House of Spirits by Isabel Allende, Brave New World by
Aldous Huxley, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S.
Thompson, Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer, The
Stranger by Albert Camus, Poems by Pablo Neruda, The Bus Driver who
Wanted to be God & other Short Stories by Etgar Keret, The
Rules Of Attraction & Less Than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis, The
Hero with a Thousand Faces by Joseph Campbell, Scar Tissue by
Anthony Kiedis, A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burges, ...

Absolutely everything, Its hard to keep track. Most of time I don't
understand my thought process, it's pretty erratic, but I do waste
alot of time thinking and pondering of what ifs and what has yous.

Usually out with friends at a dive bar or at my house drinking wine
and playing board games. By nights end, it usually transcends on to
the veranda where we engage in intellectual philosophical
discussions about politics and human behavior. This is done while
passing a smoking pipe with fine cherry tobacco and going, Hmm...
very intéressant after every point has been made like a bunch of
snobs. Then we usually go back inside and sling a bunch of fucks
around in a belief that someone has cheated by utilizing our
infallible reasoning and deduction skills. Noticeably, all four
sheets have already been casted to the wind.

I like walking around my apartment naked when no ones around doing
chores, I like pretending that I'm an extrovert, I urinate sitting
down because there's less tension on the prostate also im secure in
my masculinity, and I have never been to Vegas.